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Post by andria on Jul 19, 2010 11:58:01 GMT 10
Adiran walked into his last class of the day hoping that it would be boring so that he could doze until he say Essa again. He looked at the blackboard and saw that they where it read in big letters "STARTING A GROUP PROJECT TODAY! BRING BOOK!" and he gave a groan like every one else in the class. He hated working with the others because they left him to do all the work while they abvoided him at all costs. He slumped back to his seat in the very back row next to the window and collasped into it. He looked out the window to the dark swirling clouds as the preppy girls near his seat squealed over the fact that they could gossip durring class. He looked thorugh his text book to the play that they were going over, Hamlet, as the person he least wanted to smell came bursting through the door.
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Post by margie6 on Jul 19, 2010 12:23:16 GMT 10
Mina groaned as she walk into the English classroom. Unlike the "popular" girls, she'd rather work alone than sit around gossiping all class. She used to be popular, she used to be friends with nearly everyone. She wasn't the gossiping type though, she was nice to everyone. That had changed a couple of months ago when her parents had decided to move to this stupid town. She missed the mountains, she missed getting to go to Sydney every second weekend, she missed her friends, she missed her school and she missed the rainforests and forest she had grown up in. She down in the only free set and it was next to a werewolf. Perfect... not. The last werewolf she had talked to had tried to start a fight with her because she wasn't a full lycan, she frowned and walked slowly to the seat.
"Miss Walker, hurry up and sit down." the teacher said, that got the rest of the class staring at her. She sighed and sat down, pretending she had no idea who she was sitting next to. She took out her text book as well, one of the three thick ones she'd had to carry around today. It killed her back having to carry the damn backpack all day. She had no idea why there weren't lockers at the school, she knew not many schools in the country had them but still, this wasn't too big of a school. She'd had them at her school in the Blue Mountains so she had gotten used to not carrying around a bag, that's why it bugged her so much. She looked down at the page but didn't really read or pay attention to it.
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Post by andria on Jul 21, 2010 11:20:28 GMT 10
Adrian shifted in his seat so that he sat farthest away from the hybrid and listened half heartedly to the teacher explain the project. "It is a group project of four people each," she explained handing out papers explianing the project," it will be random so don't try partnering up now ladies..."
She gave a stern glance at the girls next to Adrian who began to pout dramaticly. "For this project," she continued as she finished passing out papers and walked up to her desk," you will need to reinact a scene from Hamlet either in class or make a video and present it to the class. Every one in your group needs to have a part in the act atleast once otherwise everyone will fail."
She gave another sharp look to the popular girls before continueing," I would also like a four page essay on why you chose this scene and give an analysis on the characters and how and why they acted the way that they did. It is due in two weeks I will give you class time to work on it."
She picked up an empty can off her desk and shook it slightly so that they could hear the rattle of the small scraps of paper inside it. "There are four to a group," she explained as she held out the can for another student to choose a bit of paper," the people with the same number are in a group. And no switching otherwise you are doing the whole thing BY YOURSELF!"
She continued down the rows and made each student call out there number before continueing to the next person. When she reached Adrian she held it out with a forced smile. He knew that she didn't like him very much, not many teachers did, because of his record with the foster care system, but he still gave her credit for trying. He reached his hand in and pulled out a bit of folded up notebook paper. He unfolded it to reveal his number. "Four," he sighed and looked around to the other two who had already said his number. They were a preppy girl and a popular jock who looked disgusted at the thought of having him in their group. He sank into his seat further as the wispers mounted on his sensitive ears. "He is just going to riun their preformance..." "Oh! I feel so sorry for her!" "He is not going to have to worry about him trying to steal her! The guy's so creapy!"
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